Demon's Physco obsession

Obsession-part 3

"Dare you touch the chair with your filthy hands." Ankita involuntarily flinched and withdrew her hand upon hearing the commanding tone of a female voice. She immediately lowered her gaze and emitted a soft whimper in response to the sternness of the voice. Her eyes met the figure of a woman positioned at the entrance, wearing an expression of arrogance on her face. This woman towered over Ankita, standing a full foot taller. Adorned in a tightly fitted black dress that fell to her mid-thigh, she exhibited a daringly deep neckline, revealing an ample amount of cleavage. The woman's face was heavily coated in a thick layer of makeup, and she carried an expensive-looking handbag that dangled from her arm, catching Ankita's attention.

"Eyes up here girl", Ankita again flinched at the harshed voice. "Why are you interested in my handbag." She tugged Ankita's left plait harshly making her whimper in pain. "Are you planning to steal from my bag?" she asked her again tugging her plait more harshly.  Tears welled in Ankita's eyes as that woman wrongly accused her. It was not her intention to stare at the woman like that. The woman let go of the plait, making Ankita massage her scalp, to relieve from pain caused by a harsh tug.

The woman stood observing Ankita intently, while Ankita herself stood with her gaze lowered, showing respect to the woman in front of her. Ankita understood that the woman must hold some significance to Adhiraaj because she had come directly to the lounge, which was reserved only for important individuals.

"Why are you even here, because Adhiraaj never allows anyone in this area, not even the servants?" she raised her brow in confusion. "Did you come here to steal?" she inquired of Ankita. Ankita immediately shook her head in denial, but the woman was not ready to believe her. "Moreover, who are you? I have never seen you here in this mansion," she asked again. However, Ankita simply stood there trembling with fear.

"So, you're the thief. Even though I'm asking who you are, you just stand there in silence. Only those who make mistakes behave this way when they're caught," she insulted her even more.

"She is Shyamla's niece." Malti interfered seeing the woman insulting Ankita and if Adhiraaj came to know about this, the woman along with her would face severe consequences. He didn't stop Shyamla from punishing her for slapping Ankita.
Malti knew who the woman was. She was Nina Mehta, Adhiraaj's business associate Mehta's daughter and the heir of Mehta's company. But as Malti observed, it was like Adhiraaj didn't care about anyone's background, only he cared about was 'His Ranji''s comfort and happiness. She prayed that she would be spared when he was punishing Nina. To avoid this she secretly informed Adhiraaj about the situation.

"You said it as if she were the queen of this estate," she stated arrogantly. Indeed, Ankita had already been declared the queen of the estate, and the poor kid did not know what authority she held at present. Adhiraaj had prohibited everyone from spreading news of his future wife due to his enemies circling like hawks, trying to find his weakness.

"Being the niece of the headmaid doesn't mean you can do whatever you want," said the woman as she squeezed Ankita's cheeks forcefully, causing her to whimper in pain. Ankita tried to scratch Nina's hand, but Nina slapped it away. "How dare you! You dare to touch me with your dirty hand!" Nina slapped Ankita with strength, causing her to fall to the floor.

"What the hell is happening here?" Ved's authoritative voice boomed in the room, causing two women, except for Ankita, to turn towards him. She was sobbing with her gaze lowered. Ved felt pity for her and blamed Adhiraaj for the situation. If Adhiraaj had not decided to marry Ankita, the pure soul would not have been trapped in a world full of sins.